"Although the outer surface of the armor can be parasitized, the inner layer should be inaccessible to nightmare beast seeds. The dust and sand are forcibly adhered to the inner wall by inhuman operation using wind and air pressure to form a natural barrier to prevent nightmare beast seeds from parasitizing. There are three layers in total, so it is particularly thick."
"According to Mr. Min, the seeds on the surface must be removed through fire, that is, directly burning the non-artificial layer of plant cracking, and then using the light of the fire to suppress the activity of the nightmare beast seeds, thereby liberating the human body inside, but the human body will definitely suffer great damage."
"If the conditions for the activity of the Nightmare Seeds are indeed as Mr. Min said, then this armor is indeed useful. However, due to the nature of the armor, it needs to be repaired many times. Considering that it also holds the lifeblood of a mercenary, once a layer is damaged, it must be repaired again. So can we suspect that Mr. Min actually still has a heart towards a certain 'mobile city'?"
At this time, all the researchers turned their eyes to Min Zhizhou who had been standing next to them. They all looked at him with suspicion and their expressions were almost the same. He Fang, who was watching from the side, was amazed.
This game is so good that he thinks it is worth it even though the price of the physical warehouse is so high.
Min Zhizhou probably didn't expect that he would be suspected just because he came here to deliver information. Looking at the very "weak" researchers in white coats around him, cold sweats broke out.
Although he had no idea how powerful these researchers were, just a glance from them made him feel that his life was in danger.
In order to avoid being suddenly convicted of being an invader and excluded by these researchers, Min Zhizhou immediately explained: "I am just a mercenary. Purchasing armor is an act to protect my life. I am not loyal to a certain city."
"How can we be sure whether what you say is true or false? You can't just say it with your mouth. We need to test you," said the researcher.
Min Zhizhou said without hesitation: "Okay."
Min Zhizhou was very smart. He knew that any hesitation at this time would arouse suspicion from the other party. In front of these absolutely powerful men, he did not dare to make any small moves.
He Fang was eating melon seeds on the side. Although he didn't know whether the scene in front of him was a plot mission or not, he still felt that the serious look of these researchers in white coats was very handsome.
At this time, a researcher brought something. He Fang looked at it. It was a very small object. It looked like just a thick metal patch with a display. The display showed data that He Fang could not understand at all.
"What is that?" He Fang asked.
When the researcher turned around, his cold expression changed instantly, and he said in a flattering tone: "Lord City Lord, this is a lie detector."
"Ah? Is it useful?" In his reality, the polygraph is just an auxiliary device and cannot guarantee absolute truth, but if it is a game setting, it may not be true.
"Please rest assured, Lord City Lord." The researcher at the side said with a smile, "Even if the measurement is wrong, it is just an insignificant outsider. If he dies, he dies."
Why are they targeting Min Zhizhou? Are they just looking for some fun? He Fang looked at Min Zhizhou. His expression was calm and he silently accepted any experiment that could clear his doubts.
He Fang couldn't let his only piece of information, N-PC, be destroyed by the researchers. He Fang suggested, "Can I try it in advance?"
"Ah? OK, OK..." The researcher showed an extremely happy expression at He Fang's suggestion, "Lord City Lord, please come this way."
"Ah? We still have to go into the small room? Then why bring the polygraph here?" He Fang followed one of the obviously younger male researchers with a puzzled look on his face and walked towards the small room on the other side.
As He Fang's figure disappeared, the researchers behind him went from being gentle and polite to being furious, and suddenly an unprecedented quarrel broke out.
Min Zhizhou's tall body huddled on a stool in the corner, trying to reduce his presence in the hope of not getting burned.
"In terms of qualifications, dedication, and achievements, I am superior. In terms of overall strength, I am number one. Of course, I am the one to take the lie detector test of the Creator!"
"I'm good-looking! People on the Creator's side all like the best-looking ones, and my face is the only one that has the highest rating!"
"My age is closest to the Creator here. There is a saying on the Creator's side that there is a generation gap of three years. The Creator will definitely have bad contact with people who are too different in age!"
They argued with each other until their faces turned red. Min Zhizhou looked at where He Fang was taken away and whispered, "Well, the researcher you just brought in for the city lord hasn't come out yet. Didn't you let him take the lie detector test for the city lord?"
Suddenly, the whole laboratory became overly quiet.
"Damn it, surveillance! I want to see the surveillance!" All the researchers present were immediately excited.
"No, that is the Creator's privacy, we can't pry into it at will!"
"Sound, even just a sound, a little sound will do, let me hear the inner voice of the Creator!"
"Who is the person next to the Creator? Contact him quickly and ask the Creator if he can release our authority!"
Chaos was reflected in Min Zhizhou's dark pupils. The researchers, who were once impressive with elegant manners, perfect postures, clear speech and exquisite looks, instantly exploded into a pot of noisy porridge after He Fang left.
He Fang was brought to a quiet little room, which should be a laboratory. The extremely bright pure white tone and neatly arranged laboratory drugs in the laboratory cabinets looked like a set of copied and pasted stickers.
The young researcher standing in front of He Fang stared at him, who was placed on an operating table that looked like an operating table, with his eyes wide open.
He Fang waited for a long time but no one spoke. He frowned. Was the plot loading slowly? Why was it stuck here?
He Fang said "Hello" in an attempt to refresh the mission plot.
"Ahem, Lord City Lord, can you raise your hands and show your upper body? Due to the characteristics of the polygraph, it requires unobstructed contact with your body." The researcher deliberately coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment. This made He Fang feel that this setting was a bit interesting. The long loading time actually had an embarrassment reduction reaction, which really displayed the full reality vividly and exquisitely.
"Okay." Facing the NPC, He Fang was not shy at all and simply pulled off the shirt with both hands.
Since the somatosensory warehouse is scanned and recorded based on the player's body, He Fang's own body lines are very beautiful and smooth. Although his frame is not big, even if he is thin, he is not fleshy at all. He has unique and beautiful lines and curves. His slender waist is immersed in the waistband of his pants, and the overall look is even and comfortable.
The researcher's eyes widened, and He Fang called out "Hello" again in an attempt to refresh the loading screen.
The researcher gasped and quickly shifted his gaze. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. When the researcher answered the call, he deliberately turned his back to He Fang. He Fang was confused. Was he not allowed to answer calls from NPCs?
The young researcher's eyes widened, his mind filled with shock at seeing the body of the Creator. He had always liked to use data to judge beauty and ugliness, but this was the first time he had such a subjective opinion. He Fang's body, which was conditioned by data, actually aroused his sense of preference and forcibly distorted his aesthetics, making him unable to help but admire and praise.
The call came at the right time. The researcher had his back turned. His overly excited emotions brought him an embarrassing nosebleed. He secretly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his nose. He didn't dare to look back and let his beloved Creator feel resentful towards him.
Calm, calm, calm, the excited researcher comforted himself.
The director of the institute's low and deliberately low voice came from the other end of the phone. The young researcher even imagined the director's handsome face, who anxiously wanted to come in but didn't dare to and could only make a phone call.
After hanging up the phone and secretly putting away the blood-stained handkerchief, the young researcher looked up at He Fang who was sitting on the bed. His eyes went blank and he immediately looked at the top of He Fang's head. He recited the meaningless numbers from the previous experimental data in his mind, trying to calm down.
"Creator, can others listen in on this polygraph experiment?" The young researcher had a little selfish motive and didn't want all the researchers to see He Fang revealing himself so openly.
"Just don't ask any embarrassing questions that are difficult to answer." He Fang firmly believes that the questions that N-PC can ask should have been reviewed and will not be out of line.
The young researcher felt subtly lost. After all, he had imagined that he could occupy a special position in the eyes of the beloved Creator. As the first person in the entire city who had seen the Creator's body, he could brag about it for the rest of his life!
"Of course, we will never make things difficult for the Creator. If you have any questions you don't want to answer, just keep silent and I will automatically skip them." The young researcher looked away, hoping to divert his attention from the Creator's overly dazzling body. Otherwise, the Creator's brilliance would deprive him of his ability to think and ask questions.
However, this shift in focus made the young researcher notice something other than the Creator that should not have appeared in the environment, and he was stunned on the spot.
"What's wrong?" He Fang noticed that the researcher's eyes were not focused on him, and asked puzzledly, while trying to turn his head to see what the researcher was looking at in his eyes fixed on the window behind him.
"Don't look back!" The researcher stopped her immediately. He was extremely nervous, his face twitching and he looked panicked. "Please keep this posture."
"...the requirement for a polygraph?" He Fang looked impatient. It was so troublesome. He should have chosen not to take this branch mission earlier.
"No...it's...not this...I..." The young researcher was in a panic, not knowing whether he should package a lie to deceive the Creator.
"Okay, okay, hurry up. I won't look back. Hurry up." He Fang urged. He always felt a chill on his back and was not very comfortable. He instinctively wanted to put on his clothes quickly.
The young researcher breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained frozen.
On the window that He Fang was facing away, beautiful long golden curls fell as if favored by the sun god. His perfect face would make even those who hated and rejected him the most admire him. But now, it was suppressing the head of a giant beast that was coexisting with him and trying to peek at him. Both of them appeared outside the windowsill. His eyes, which would sink deeply into his eyes if someone was stared at, were now staring straight at He Fang's back with a ridiculous and blatant greed revealed.